M-m-m-m-my money its tom rood yeahh

Heroine sacker young
Yale what's good, sincere words out of the mouth tom rood
I ain't telling it only cause whore said or thug said, so who?
My bigger gun was sailed fo' 78 dollars
to a gangsta in the lil malibu
Was worth, was already for show to my classmate
on high school
I don't give a fuck with you
I dont know what you're capable do, let me do
What you don't, 7 gold necklace
lives in my tracklist, get this shit
On the fuck backlist
Turn to traplist, gunner meet it too central, in the blacklist
Blacklist? yeah
I'm brazilian they think me faint
But you're repairing, I'm rolling here
Simplyfull felling myself how good's run with my bugatti
No problem on the gear, huh
I've a X. R. L fuck off my wear
Care of my cashh, doing dirt disappear
I'm criminal, criminal, criminal
Like a el chapo foreigner a litlle boy wayner
Fuck my verbal conjugate 32 million dollars so 0 so 8
I control my